The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

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Rumbling--

The point A position established by the players was covered by a barrage of artillery fire. When the surviving players climbed out of the pit, what came into their sight was a neat team of human traitors.

Under the leadership of the non-commissioned officer, they formed a square formation and slowly approached the position.

"Quick, quick, notify everyone to come online, or point A will be lost!"

It was Victor who shouted this, and his words also reflected the thoughts of many people.

BYD, the enemies on the opposite side were rushing towards us in such large numbers that everyone was panicking.

Soon, the human rebels, under the guidance of a small number of goblins, rushed into the positions established by the players.

Although it was the weekend, the goblins were very good at choosing the time to attack. At this time, the players were still asleep and there were very few people online. For a while, most of the positions at point A were lost.

When Chunjun came online, he was surprised to see that point A above his head was changing from green to red.

"Fuck, push it back!"

Chunjun immediately found a dark corner, took out the [Beacon of Hope] from the player's warehouse, and placed it on the ground.

Wow!

A player just resurrected.

"Fuck, boss, it's you!" Lu Xiaofei couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this.

Chunjun waved his hands in disgust, "Go away, go away, don't take up space."

Lu Xiaofei glanced up at the panel and found that point A was almost at the reverse of the meter, and it was already red. He immediately picked up his weapon and rushed into the anxious trench.

Soon, the leaders of the other seven guild players also entered the scene with [Beacon of Hope], and finally the rapidly advancing point A returned to the red edge and was still decreasing.

As a large number of players came online to fill the trenches, the trenches in the position fell into a fierce trench warfare.

Various long-gun weapons began to be eliminated, and short-handled weapons and close-range firearms became the first choice for both sides.

In this modern era of firearms, officer command has lost its effect, and fierce close combat depends entirely on the quality of the soldiers, because the grassroots officers on the front line have also become part of the melting pot of this war.

puff!

Victor had just stabbed a human traitor with a dagger, and the next second he was also killed by the rebels behind him. Soon there was another gunshot behind him, and he and the traitor behind him became corpses.

His death was not an isolated case. Many players were not even extraordinary. Most of them were killed by human traitors with combat experience before they could even make a move.

However, the players relied on the [Beacon of Hope] to shorten the resurrection time and were not afraid of dying at all. They took back their positions step by step with huge losses.

This intensity of hand-to-hand combat frightened the human traitors. They thought they were just a group of rabble, but who could have imagined that this group of "barbarians" were so fearless and fought with them for every cave.

When it was afternoon, the human traitors began to desert, which triggered a series of chain reactions and led to a rout!

"They're demons! They're demons! I've seen two of them that look exactly the same several times!"

"The Romans have surrendered to Chaos!"

"The dead are risen!"

……

The human traitors screamed in terror. No matter how their officers tried to save them, even with the supervision team, they could not stop the collapse and were instead swept away.

"Wow!" A player who was enjoying the kill excitedly jumped out of the position and staggered after the defeated traitor.

This shout caused fear among many traitors.

Being a traitor was originally for the sake of enjoying comfort or saving one's life, but now this terrifying meat grinder has scared them to the point that they have no fighting power, which has completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the traitors who still have some courage.

"Don't run! Stop right there, you bastard."

"Experience is escaping!"

"Byd, the one wearing the helmet, you've killed me so many times, I want revenge!"

"You only lose your life, but we lose our experience!"

At this moment, the players were like angry demons from the virtual space, running out of the positions one after another.

"Come back! Come back!" Levi shouted at the top of his lungs.

But many players were so blood-thirsty, or in other words, so drunk with anger, that they didn't hear Levi's rational calls at all.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Victor, covered in blood, ran over happily.

"When the enemy retreats, they must be covered by artillery fire." Because everyone in his family is a soldier, Li Wei knows what the enemy's next move will be.

"Damn it, we can't let our brothers' efforts go to waste." Just as Victor was about to go find Chunjun, he saw cannonballs flying in the distance.

"Damn it, they don't even care about their own people!"

Victor's eyes widened. At this distance, many human traitors were still within the range of artillery fire.

Levi quickly pulled Victor down and closed his eyes.

But the expected explosion did not occur, and there was not even a sound.

Did I die and enter the settlement screen?

Levi slowly opened his eyes, looked up and looked forward. The scene that came into his sight was unforgettable for him.

Above the sky, a huge lotus in full bloom protected some of the players under its petals. The shells fell on it like water drops falling on a lotus.

A beautiful woman in a white nun's dress sat sideways on a unicorn, holding a pure white staff.

He was looking at everyone with a gentle expression.

"I, Helen, have witnessed your bravery."

"I, Helen, witnessed your sacrifice."

"I, Helen, have witnessed your resilience."

"I recognize you, you barbarians, and I am willing to give you the name of Romans."

"You are worthy of the blood of Rome!"

After Helen finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to the player under a holy white petal, and tears from the corners of her eyes fell along with the petals, crystal clear.

Many players were stunned in place, but the smart ones had already turned on the camera and recorded this scene.

Levi's face gradually turned red. For some reason, he liked this NPC more and more.

"My wife is as beautiful as a picture, Saint Helen!"

Victor next to him shouted.

Many players who had run under the lotus flowers to avoid the bombardment also began to roar when they saw this scene.

They were finally recognized and given the title of Romans.

Yes, since they came to this world, many NPCs hated them, or at most were indifferent to them, but only Helen was consistent with them.

Never treat them differently, but rather as heroes and warriors.

Just like the fire keeper in Soul Quest.

Just like the girl waiting for you in dnf.

Just like your wife who is always with you and never despises you.

For a moment, many tough guys shed tears.

Soon, Helen's video was uploaded to forums and Pipa Pipa video websites by players, sparking a lot of discussion.

Many people changed their profile pictures to Helen, and the game officials who had been pretending to be dead also quietly launched peripheral products, and a large number of Helen-related peripheral products were quickly posted online.

Towels and calendar ornaments with Helen's pattern on them were sold out instantly.

As a result, the enthusiastic players learned that because the company was located in the Himalayas, delivery was slow and they would have to wait half a month to get the goods.

This caused many players to complain and get angry, and the game officials made full use of the fake death operation.

But this game is already popular, and Helen's appearance is so cool, and the headline traffic makes the game officials' proud pretending to be dead and cold treatment operation become hilarious.

In the end, the game officials had to start a live broadcast, and a silver-haired middle-aged man named Maca came out to clarify and guarantee the supply of goods, etc.

Compared to the "loving communication" between players and game officials, when Helen saw the end of the artillery fire, she rode away on her unicorn under the gaze of the players and came to an uninhabited jungle.

"You saved so many people, but your method was a bit strange."

Joan of Arc leaped down from the trees and came to Helen, who was riding a unicorn.

Helen raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "You're right to find it strange."

He just wants to show his prowess in front of the players so that he can ensure that he will not be killed by the players for their own interests in the future.

Many players are instilled with the idea that "this is an important NPC that is difficult to kill" or "killing this NPC seems to cause public outrage", and thus become hesitant.

This also makes it easier for interests to drive these players to become his cattle and horses!

"I am so kind." Helen couldn't help crying again when she thought about how brave the players were today.

If the tears shed in front of the players are hypocritical, then the tears shed this time are real, just crocodile tears.

"Okay, what do you want me to do next?" Joan of Arc crossed her arms.

"Take me down from Iris." Helen, who was sitting sideways on the unicorn, carefully pointed at the unicorn Iris under her.

Jeanne tilted her head, "Doesn't she like you very much?"

"The unicorn's personality is hard to guess. I want to live." Helen touched her smooth belly.

When you think about how the old believer would rather commit suicide than experience being pierced by a unicorn, you can see how painful this way of dying is.

"You were the one who asked me for Iris, and now you are afraid of her. That's strange." Joan of Arc took Helen down from the unicorn.

The unicorn whined and stretched out its tongue to lick Helen, but Joan of Arc fed it an apple, so it had to eat the apple resentfully.

"Because riding a unicorn is really gorgeous, just standing there would lower the atmosphere and class a lot."

Little Liar Helen grumbled quietly.

Joan of Arc blinked in confusion. Facing Helen's chattering, she felt that she could not understand Roman.

"Huh~Thank you." Helen thanked Joan of Arc.

Jeanne waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's only natural for elders to help the younger generation."

"Oh, then may I ask, how come Miss Joan of Arc, who is almost eighteen years old, is only 1.59 meters tall?" Helen's sharp tongue came out.

Jeanne blushed and immediately retorted, "I, I'm 1.6 meters tall, not 1.59 meters tall. You, who's 1.58 meters tall, are the ones who have the right to criticize me?"

Helen's veins popped out, "Okay, then let's see who's taller!"

He doesn't mind arguing with anyone who dares to call him a dwarf.

Jeanne put her hands on her hips and said, "Let's compete. Whoever..."

wow-

The unicorn Iris licked Helen and Joan of Arc's cheeks with her long tongue, leaving a crystal clear liquid on them.

The eyes of Helen and Joan of Arc, who were originally arguing, suddenly became empty, and they each touched their cheeks tremblingly.

"The saliva of a unicorn after eating an apple," Helen muttered.

Jeanne looked at the saliva in her hand. "The fluid secreted from eating... has a stronger effect."

"Increase the sensitivity of the skin." Helen trembled all over.

The next moment, Helen and Joan of Arc ignored their quarrel, mounted their unicorns again, and returned to the city with nervous expressions.

If it is not treated within 24 hours, the skin will become permanently sensitive and the nerves will be more closely connected to the skin.

"The monastery has a bathhouse!" Helen suggested.